Lucy sits up, the fluffy thing on her shoulders like a blanket. She blinks a few times at the unfamiliar scene around her, and then at the fluffy thing that's wrapped around her.

She doesn't remember bringing anything like this to the forest. She doesn't remember her sisters bringing anything like this to the forest.

But. It feels nice. It has a nice color. It even smells nice.

Food still wins, Lucy gets up and drags herself to Temperance and Sabrina.

"What're you making?" she asks.